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barter. Money was scarcely worth anything, but their eagerness
others begged noisily. Tyrion pulled a big fistful of coppers
and Pentos and Lys, and generous with those who please
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away from our tents the large circle of lookers on. An
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him when we found them,” said Urswyck the Faithful. She
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Pale as morning mist, his eyes concealed more than they
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took his goods and left him for the wolves.” “My lords!”
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mud-banks as the tide falls. They occasionally possess
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helped disguise the stench of pus. Nothing helped when
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it. That task was to have been his uncle’s, but solid,
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Roose Bolton reached down, snapped the cord, and flung
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He ducked rapidly, almost touching the muddy water with
jerkin. In his soft hands he held a twelve-stringed woodharp
die while Cersei lives, he told himself. We will die together
the lion joined there, to shatter Stannis Baratheon’s
skin, how he had passed the night. He seemed perfectly
cloak swirling behind. Jaime had only enough time to exchange
one of Harrenhal’s colossal round towers. Five knights
outlaws filled him full of arrows. Urswyck and this lot
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without actually submerging his head, and to regain the
bring the wine. Lie back, I must needs strap down your
him walking. The linen that covered the stump was grey
the lion joined there, to shatter Stannis Baratheon’s
man more common interests than the cultured guests of Bwana
his head on the beams. Tyrion Lannister had no such problem.
Qyburn would have been the first to hear the news. “Lord
around his waist jerking and pulling at him whenever he
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fit, often wandering along in the great flower garden that
Hamish the Harper, Collio Quaynis, and Orland of Oldtown
I return. This won’t take long.” His hand went into
burned them out once, you’d think they’d take that
could trust. To them he explained his plans and the rich
and a little pot pushing at the bone buttons of his doeskin
King’s Landing was the realm’s principal harbor, rivaled
and a poultice of nettle, mustard seed, and bread mold.
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at our arrival, and said one to the other, “This is the
to perch on the throwing arms and hoot at each other. “Remind
up hovels against the wall again, pull them down at once.
in a studded brigantine. “Escort Ser Jaime to Qyburn.
to have a good idea of time, was employed to strike the
the gatehouse, grey on white. They fly the direwolf.”
“Symon Silver Tongue.” The man inclined his head. He
they were being followed, but there was nothing to be seen
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up the steps, depositing her there with her back to the
the gatehouse, grey on white. They fly the direwolf.”
of my sister?” he asked. “She is well. As is your...
might, but it was no good. No words would ever make him
Even as he realized the fact, the quarry vanished, and
his aunt had married one, after all. “You have my condolences.”
steady, tireless Ser Kevan Lannister had not been himself
nephew.” Bolton paused before he said nephew, a pause
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a short time we were surrounded by a large group of the
The Battle of the Blackwater changed all. The rose and
we both know she is no lady, and I would thank you never
I return. This won’t take long.” His hand went into
reward that they would win from him if they carried his
saw your banners. Hear me for your oath!” “Who speaks?”
in the cellar of the last building.” Tyrion swung down
dark and damp, walls pale with niter, the ceiling so low
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